Don's Fiancée
They have the numbers as the ten speed boats seemed to have impregnated and doubled their counts.
“You love this sexy ass, my wife,” Ace teased back, easily taking down another boat, aiming for the engine. I can imagine him smirking while we watch the passengers of that boat try to swim to the beach.
Squeezing the trigger of my rifle, I aimed for the engine of the approaching boats and took down two. “Better get that sexy ass here then, my husband.”
Ace groaned in my ears, arousal clearly lacing his tensed body from afar. Five speed boat docked on the beach, but Ace’s men won’t go down without a fight. They clearly have the same fire as their Don.
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